Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.